Karin and I went to check out a room in a building right next to her street, and a couple of days later my new roommate called me up and told me it was mine. I kept it on the down-low (Sting died the same day we moved my things) until my mom knew about it, which was a fun ordeal in itself.
- It's located in Östermalm, on the street between the subway station and Karin.
- Yes, it's expensive, but only as opposed to rent-controlled places in neighborhoods outside of the city. This room is the same size as my old one; the only difference is that the kitchen is smaller.
- It takes ten minutes to get to work.
- Jennie is still living in our old apartment, and she's currently taking care of the guinea-piggies. As soon as the construction on our new apartment is done, the piggies and I will move there together.
- My new roommate is nice and once a month he pays for someone to come clean our apartment.
So, this was a secret for more than half a month. I invited my mom, paid for her train ticket (she usually takes the car), made her think we were going to Karin's place and watched as her mind was blown. Then I took her to a nice restaurant and brunch the next day. I also made a photo album with pictures of Stingy. I don't think I've ever kept such an elaborate secret/surprise from her.
Also, Jennie, the poor trooper, fell and hurt herself while we were moving my things on the subway. I keep laughing at it because it looked hilarious, but only after I made sure she was okay. I treated her to dinner afterwards, and promised to always help her whenever she moves in the future. Considering she still has noticeable bruises on her shins, I think it's well-earned.
And yes, I love it here.